Trying to get a bit further out of my comfort zone with this linocut print, and trying to evoke some of what this whole pandemic experience has *felt like*. This image is a nod to the Flammarion engraving, where a traveler is seen pushing their head through the firmament of the Earth to see a strange realm outside it. This image supposes that the head becomes the firmament, or gets lost in the world beyond. On the traveler's plane they are surrounded by bitter individual nodes, secure in their beliefs but beset by flood and fire. In the farther plane they are falling forever through spheres of virus, spheres of gas, accompanied by psychopomps and explosions. Are they going through? Can they come back?
Printed on a Vandercook letterpress in a first edition of 30.
